The Coyote Hills Half Marathon… what can I say. It lived up to the second part of its name. Hills, hills, hills.
That’s OK, though, because for each hill, there were many, many more amazing views.
But let’s start at the beginning. The Coyote Hills half marathon is a Brazen Racing event. I’m a big Brazen fan. Their races are always meticulously organized, the food is amazing and the volunteers: chipper and super friendly. The medals are cool, the price is right ($50 or thereabouts for a half: not bad!), and, not least, volunteer race photographers post all of their photos to Brazen’s Picassa album for free.
This race was no different. The parking situation at Coyote Hills Regional Park is tricky (read: tiny parking lot near the race start), so we were instructed to park roughly two miles away. Seven shuttle busses took people from the parking lots to the start area.
I’m guessing everyone decided to sleep in (despite — or because of — the 9 a.m. race start for the half), because by the time we got there at 8:20, the shuttle line was about seven miles longer than your typical porta-potty line.
But that’s OK. We made it just in time for the start. I literally snapped a pic of the fasties taking off and joined the middle of the pack.
[enjoy the view of my earphone cord…]
I had given myself permission to enjoy this run (and not race it), and so I did. I stopped a few times to take photos, walked the big hill (ran the others, slowly). And just had lots of fun.
I came in 11th in my age group, at 2:01:25 (a 9:15 pace; the official distance for this race was about three steps longer than the official 1/2 marathon distance; 13.13 miles).